Archive for September, 2009

It’s 9pm in NYC right now, but I’m a few hundred miles over the Atlantic (Halifax to be specific) currently on our way to 37,000 feet.

Over the past few weeks, many of you have given me welcomed advise (and a number of you still owe me details mentioned during Electric Zoo…). Thank you! I’ll sort through the details over the next week or two and hopefully plan out the next year in reasonable detail. But don’t let me stop you from sending more travel tips and advise.

Two of you gave me significantly different advise, concerning survival as a party of one while thousands of miles away from everything and everyone I know. Most people don’t think about that side of the journey it seems, even though it provides the largest challenges.

So where does that leave me?

Predictions:

This trip will change me. I’m going to see more cultures, eat more foods, and experience a variety of peoples exceeding even the most cultured New Yorkers.

I have not fully comprehended the magnitude of that which I am undertaking.

Life has a habit of dealing me the best hand when I’m just about done at the table. The last few weeks in NYC were fantastic! And I predict my continually changing locales to help create a world wide web of pretty ladies, couches to crash on, and drinking buddies to last a lifetime.

I will spend a lot of $ on postage mailing postcards, sending home mementos so I don’t have to carry them, and sending couch surfing hosts thank you gifts.

I will miss NYC:

pizza (had 2 slices today)

coke cola (they have it, but it’s way more expensive and I need to cut back anyway)

taxi driver abuse, I’m sure to get taken a few times without the ability to call them on their shit.

Wow, this whole T-0 thing is coming up quickly.. I’ve finished moving all of my life in to 5x13x8 (feet).. A long process but not nearly as insane as past moves. One might even say I’m learning, and did it better this time because of said learning. But I may also have just been lucky.. pretty hard to prove either way.

So, now that I’m homeless.. Time to throw the going away party. Starts 2 minutes ago, so this post will be short.. But if you’re around tonight, Keybar.. 13th between 1st and A.. (L train to 1st ave) and I’ll be there till it’s done.. (6-12 in theory)

Parting is such sweet sorrow.. Not sure I understand that phrase right now.. Maybe I’ll figure it out tonight.